Reed POV
“Tents, sleeping bags, pillows, cooking grill, pots, pans, paper plates and utensils. Can you think of any other basics we need?” Lucas asks as he climbs out of the back of the truck.
“I think that should be it. How many tents did you grab?”
“Five. Three, two men and two, three men. The Thatcher brothers are bringing their own and so are Jacob and his group.”
I leaned against the rear bumper of the truck, stretched my legs in front of me, crossing them at the ankles and turned my gaze to Lucas. “Do you think Heather would share a tent with us?”
Lucas walks over and joins me on the bumper. “I don’t know. We could ask her, but if we’re going to, I think we should do it before everyone else is here and give her time to think about it. Make sure she knows she has other o
